My Eyes Feel All Soft, All Soft

With A Little Luck That Epoch May Arrive. I Am On The Side Of Those Who Think That Things Will Go Better When The World Has Changed.

The Existentialist Says At Once That Man Is Anguish.

Nothingness Haunts Being.

The More One Is Absorbed In Fighting Evil, The Less One Is Tempted To Place The Good In Question.

I Distrust The Incommunicable; It Is The Source Of All Violence